About a week later, at breakfast, Shabbi seemed in sort of a rush
to eat her food, not eating everything before excusing herself,
rushing up to her room with her plate.
Loki was laying in Shabbi’s bed when Shabbi ran in, forgetting to
shut the door behind her, jumping up on Loki. “Dad, get up, I
brought you food!!” She said excitedly.
Loki chuckled, looking up at Shabbi with a groan. “Thank you,
sweetheart, but that wasn’t necessary! I don’t get hungry often”
He stood, moving Shabbi off of him carefully, running a hand
through his hair. “My name is Loki Laufeyson. You’re my fiancé,
Marrabelle Darkmire, one of the most important people in my life,
asides from my two daughters, Lillith and Shabbi.”
She mumbled something, but stayed there for awhile, just hugging
him. Eventually, she looked up with a glare and slapped him.
"That's for leaving me and making me think I killed you."
She hugged him, saying, "I'm just glad you're here." There was a
little squeak from the doorway, Lillith standing there in disbelief
with Gabby behind her.